OOC: Who said that? You or Tamurin?
Admiral Grey stood up, and glanced at both of them. “I’m sure there won’t be any. Now, our units should meet 50 miles of our our coast around Horn Cay, we’ll give you the coordinates. What’s left of our fleet is headed there as we speak, as is Storm’s Mercenaries. A special operations unit is attempting to land as we speak, they’ll try and clear what they can. We need to hurry, the Nationalists are trying to reactivate the satellite missile network. Now, I must get back to my ships. Gentlemen, good day, and good luck.”
“Admiral, we’re picking up a message from one of our ships around that submarine.”
“Play it.”
" is the DNS engaging ~at coordinates torpedoes! ~damage along the side Batteries have fired~~ submarine hits, it’s ~the DNS~ nalist they’re sunk. Reque orders."
“Good, get their location, and send a message to Clavis.”
TO: Clavis
FROM: Deltannia Loyalists
We are trying to identify the submarine which engaged the Landers, but we have confirmed that it has been sunk. It was a Nationalist-controlled submarine, and we are sweeping the area for any more Nationalists ships.
A little cargo ships was approved to land along the docks of the city. As it pulled up to the wooden planks and crates, evey one of them got their guns ready and concealed. They wouldn’t go in fighting, if they did, they would be stopped there. They’d make their way to the city center, and if they took control of it, the Loyalists would be able to make a landing much more easily.
“Colonel, we’ve landed.”
“Thank you, Captain. Wait here unless you’re under attack. We’ll send a message. Everyone, let’s go.”
